Oct. 7th, 2007
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Oct. 7th, 2007 12:09 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
swinging-cod.livejournal.comThere's a note pinned up on the message board.
It reads:
Anyone got word of Lilly Kane's whereabouts or is she disappeared?
Sadly, it does not leave the name of anyone to contact back. This may be an oversight.
It reads:
Anyone got word of Lilly Kane's whereabouts or is she disappeared?
Sadly, it does not leave the name of anyone to contact back. This may be an oversight.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 12:38 amcheevy.livejournal.com[OOM: In which Miniver and Toki arrange for a prank to be played on Skwisgaar. Also featuring epic battles with shrubbery, tormenting of Murderface, a yardwolf cameo, and timeline origami with old!Pickles.]
And now Miniver, bearing tye-dye stains on the lower cuffs of his pants, is hangin' out in the bar with a glass of good whiskey and a cigarette. One he didn't steal from Pickles, for once.
He has a message to his boyfriend from himself 15 years in the future, but is otherwise happy to chat with anyone else who happens to be around.
And now Miniver, bearing tye-dye stains on the lower cuffs of his pants, is hangin' out in the bar with a glass of good whiskey and a cigarette. One he didn't steal from Pickles, for once.
He has a message to his boyfriend from himself 15 years in the future, but is otherwise happy to chat with anyone else who happens to be around.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 01:01 amlisten-to-the.livejournal.comCoalhouse does not much care where he lives, but there are better places than a zoo.
Also, he has a window, with a view. An evening passed outside seems attractive.
There's a lake--Coalhouse doesn't think much of lakes--and stables. (He doesn't ride, either.) There's a greenhouse, with an apple tree in the dooryard.
And a bench swing, where he can sit and watch the stars come out, which just slightly tips the balance of his impressions to positive.
That may change when he realizes he doesn't recognize any of the constellations.
Also, he has a window, with a view. An evening passed outside seems attractive.
There's a lake--Coalhouse doesn't think much of lakes--and stables. (He doesn't ride, either.) There's a greenhouse, with an apple tree in the dooryard.
And a bench swing, where he can sit and watch the stars come out, which just slightly tips the balance of his impressions to positive.
That may change when he realizes he doesn't recognize any of the constellations.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 01:47 ammr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.comThere is a chipmunk, that's not all that new. He's been here for about a week now. But he's also feeling kinda stir crazy. But he's here and he's got a little glass of beer, Looking around for someone to share with.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:33 amworks-in-space.livejournal.comIt's rare of late that the door opens for Captain Kirk. But the timing is good for him, as he quickly decides he needs a jog. Outside. After six weeks in transit to Bajor, and then three days of rather pointless diplomatic functions on Bajor, he needs some fresh air.
He goes to his old room, changes into the workout gear from his extended stay of some months past, and is soon circling the lake. If there's anything odd about the Bar as he passes through, Jim doesn't notice at all. He'd rather be jogging.
He goes to his old room, changes into the workout gear from his extended stay of some months past, and is soon circling the lake. If there's anything odd about the Bar as he passes through, Jim doesn't notice at all. He'd rather be jogging.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:42 amdingdongdoodily.livejournal.com (OOM: Up in room VII there's an interactive bit of roleplaying in which you can watch a movie along with Miniver and Pickles! Rated T for trippy, no sex this time, as they faded to black at a very interesting note.)
corsec-jedi.livejournal.comThe door opens to admit a young man with a determined stride, flipping through a dossier. About three steps in, he stops and looks up.
"...Huh. I don't remember the lounge being here." He looks around the room, a bit surprised--and as always, suspicious. "Or for that matter, being remodeled."
Corran Horn's eyes narrow, and he looks around suspiciously. "...Okay, this is weird..."
Young, CorSeccy Corran in the place!
[OOC: Corran is now officially IN the bar following his reset to the CorSec days. Doesn't know crap about this place, and if you knew him here, it's not likely he'll know you now. Please, screw with his head! The mun BEGS AND COMMANDS YOU.]
"...Huh. I don't remember the lounge being here." He looks around the room, a bit surprised--and as always, suspicious. "Or for that matter, being remodeled."
Corran Horn's eyes narrow, and he looks around suspiciously. "...Okay, this is weird..."
Young, CorSeccy Corran in the place!
[OOC: Corran is now officially IN the bar following his reset to the CorSec days. Doesn't know crap about this place, and if you knew him here, it's not likely he'll know you now. Please, screw with his head! The mun BEGS AND COMMANDS YOU.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:29 amdust-to-order.livejournal.comShe (usually) leaves dramatic appearances to someone else. Not that she can't appreciate them, but it's not her style, really. So--
Sooraya, wearing a Security badge, takes a seat near the bar. She's on duty if needed.
Of course, that doesn't have to be why you approach her. She's happy to talk to anyone.
Sooraya, wearing a Security badge, takes a seat near the bar. She's on duty if needed.
Of course, that doesn't have to be why you approach her. She's happy to talk to anyone.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:51 amsosectu-rior.livejournal.comIlyana's having a quick Milliways breakfast, before she heads back to Rior and a truckload of work that's ahead of her. It's early spring there now, and
the House's numbers have been increasing. She's happy to see it, but that does mean added responsibility for their Sosectu.
Kellin's asleep. He's grown past the "stay up all night" stage, by now. So she can afford to be away for a little while. Even she needs a breather, now and then.
the House's numbers have been increasing. She's happy to see it, but that does mean added responsibility for their Sosectu.
Kellin's asleep. He's grown past the "stay up all night" stage, by now. So she can afford to be away for a little while. Even she needs a breather, now and then.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebye[OOM: Follow-Up Week. Flight to avoid capture and prosecution doesn't work as well as you'd think for Walter Peck. Unfortunately for everyone else around him, he's a resourceful SOB.]
Ray didn't go home last night. He went upstairs with a great deal of caffeine. Now he's downstairs again, comparing the results on his PKE meter when pointed at a certain chair to a chicken-scratch listing of readings taken on various animal victims of the latest Milliways curse, and adjusting an insanely complicated machine that he's poised on what looks like an all-terrain version of a library bookcart. If he's got this right, he ought to be able to make the machine work today, preferably outside- of course, he'll have to test it on himself first, so he wants to make REALLY sure he gets it right. Hence the extra care.
His lunch lies forlorn and forgotten on the table in front of him.
[OOC: I'm going to be visiting family later today, assuming I don't have to go into the office, so there'll be slowtime. For now, though, he's available.]
Ray didn't go home last night. He went upstairs with a great deal of caffeine. Now he's downstairs again, comparing the results on his PKE meter when pointed at a certain chair to a chicken-scratch listing of readings taken on various animal victims of the latest Milliways curse, and adjusting an insanely complicated machine that he's poised on what looks like an all-terrain version of a library bookcart. If he's got this right, he ought to be able to make the machine work today, preferably outside- of course, he'll have to test it on himself first, so he wants to make REALLY sure he gets it right. Hence the extra care.
His lunch lies forlorn and forgotten on the table in front of him.
[OOC: I'm going to be visiting family later today, assuming I don't have to go into the office, so there'll be slowtime. For now, though, he's available.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 11:47 ampoisonwineBelle is, once again, in Bar. Today, however, there is a slight difference from normal. Next to her elbow is a small cardboard sign that matches one on the bulletin board.
WANTED: BARTENDER
On Halloween night, there will be a large (hopefully) get together at my home in New Orleans. The attendees will be Milliways patrons.
All the free food you could want, plus free drinks and an hourly rate (negotiable).
Hoping to make this a party that won't be soon forgotten.
The bulletin board sign has her name on it after this, but the sign at her elbow doesn't.
WANTED: BARTENDER
On Halloween night, there will be a large (hopefully) get together at my home in New Orleans. The attendees will be Milliways patrons.
All the free food you could want, plus free drinks and an hourly rate (negotiable).
Hoping to make this a party that won't be soon forgotten.
The bulletin board sign has her name on it after this, but the sign at her elbow doesn't.
First Enterance
Oct. 7th, 2007 01:15 pmdoctor-driscoll.livejournal.com[The Infection around Washington DC Spreads]
There's a James Bond in the Bar.
No wait, that's not right, because that's not Bond. Nor is it a certain English actor who Doctor Ben Driscoll absolutely despises. For starters, the man is wearing a labcoat and the remains of ER gear, gear he's methodically stripping off as he stares at his new surroundings. There's the faint smell of blood, but he couldn't help that, and if you remind him of it chances are he'll give you a dirty look. There's a paralyzed little girl back in his world.
Today is not a good day for weird shit as the kids say. Isn't that the truth.
Someone should tell him to move. He's blocking the door, standing there looking like a doctor without a hospital.
He runs a gloved hand through his hair, "...Um..."
There's a James Bond in the Bar.
No wait, that's not right, because that's not Bond. Nor is it a certain English actor who Doctor Ben Driscoll absolutely despises. For starters, the man is wearing a labcoat and the remains of ER gear, gear he's methodically stripping off as he stares at his new surroundings. There's the faint smell of blood, but he couldn't help that, and if you remind him of it chances are he'll give you a dirty look. There's a paralyzed little girl back in his world.
Today is not a good day for weird shit as the kids say. Isn't that the truth.
Someone should tell him to move. He's blocking the door, standing there looking like a doctor without a hospital.
He runs a gloved hand through his hair, "...Um..."
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Oct. 7th, 2007 01:20 pmpirate_jack[OOM: Turns out betrayal's a little more troublesome when someone's watching.
But then again, sometimes what's seen might not be what's really happening-- and what a ship's sailing into isn't necessarily as simple as following the course she's on, savvy?]
(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)
But then again, sometimes what's seen might not be what's really happening-- and what a ship's sailing into isn't necessarily as simple as following the course she's on, savvy?]
(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)
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Oct. 7th, 2007 01:46 pmtry_corsets[OOM: Elizabeth and Sao Feng play a dangerous game, with unforeseen results.
Later, she is reunited with an old friend before finally making the acquaintance of a certain someone she's long wanted to meet.
If only the circumstances were different.
Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.]
Later, she is reunited with an old friend before finally making the acquaintance of a certain someone she's long wanted to meet.
If only the circumstances were different.
Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 02:07 pmdidntseeit.livejournal.comScaring the boyfriend was actually fairly...fun. As were the scritches after he'd calmed down, but never let it be said that Ajedrez is nothing if not easily amused.
Thus, there is a lioness in the bar, idly watching the other patrons and wondering just who else she could...startle.
Yes, startle.
That's a good word.
Thus, there is a lioness in the bar, idly watching the other patrons and wondering just who else she could...startle.
Yes, startle.
That's a good word.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:03 pmoneman_onevote[OOM: In which Havelock returns from one contract that wasn't his to discover another, rather less useful one that he's a little too late to change.]
In the end, he didn't go back to bed, but to the next days classes, which involved a lecture on advanced strangulation, and a poisons practical. Doing that minus two nights of sleep, however, had proved slightly unnerving, even if he was almost positive he had the antidotes correct. But since it had either been that or completely confuse his body clock, and since he's still alive and showing no symptoms at the end of the day, he chooses to count it as a success, asnd push on.
And then, later on, to more or less cheat. But sleeping in Milliways is always safer than at the Guild, and Havelock is of the opinion that cheating is perfectly all right if you don't get caught by anyone who will care about it, and so the door opens to admit one exhausted-looking assassin who checks behind him to make sure the city is frozen, then nods and closes it behind him.
He's probably catchable for a while, before he heads on upstairs.
In the end, he didn't go back to bed, but to the next days classes, which involved a lecture on advanced strangulation, and a poisons practical. Doing that minus two nights of sleep, however, had proved slightly unnerving, even if he was almost positive he had the antidotes correct. But since it had either been that or completely confuse his body clock, and since he's still alive and showing no symptoms at the end of the day, he chooses to count it as a success, asnd push on.
And then, later on, to more or less cheat. But sleeping in Milliways is always safer than at the Guild, and Havelock is of the opinion that cheating is perfectly all right if you don't get caught by anyone who will care about it, and so the door opens to admit one exhausted-looking assassin who checks behind him to make sure the city is frozen, then nods and closes it behind him.
He's probably catchable for a while, before he heads on upstairs.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:06 pmbenloserz.livejournal.comOnce again, you know the drill: plain common guy in the bar, with a magazine and a soda, just chillin'.
He is moderatedly happy, most of it coming from not being a critter of some kind, and in a fairly good mood considering all the bad stuff he puts up in his clichè world.
Care to make it better, or ruin it?
He is moderatedly happy, most of it coming from not being a critter of some kind, and in a fairly good mood considering all the bad stuff he puts up in his clichè world.
Care to make it better, or ruin it?
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:17 pmwee_hughieThis tiny Scottish pony is fed up with being a tiny Scottish pony.
He did learn to talk again (he ate some hay and it cleared his throat right up -- he was just a little hoarse -- ha! ow, sorry), which gave him some hope in the sense that maybe he was slowly turning back into a human. But he was still a quadruped with hooves, when being a biped with fingers and toes was all he wanted.
Although he had to admit, running along the lakeshore at a nice gallop was pretty exhilirating.
Hughie is now hanging around the backdoor entrance, chewing on a straw of hay. If anybody wants to talk to him, he can answer without it being Horseyspeak.
He did learn to talk again (he ate some hay and it cleared his throat right up -- he was just a little hoarse -- ha! ow, sorry), which gave him some hope in the sense that maybe he was slowly turning back into a human. But he was still a quadruped with hooves, when being a biped with fingers and toes was all he wanted.
Although he had to admit, running along the lakeshore at a nice gallop was pretty exhilirating.
Hughie is now hanging around the backdoor entrance, chewing on a straw of hay. If anybody wants to talk to him, he can answer without it being Horseyspeak.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:21 pmeiattu_prideSo two invisible men walk into a bar. One turns to the other and says "Hey, you don't fool me. I can see right through you!"
...unfortunately, this post doesn't include two invisible men. It includes one slightly henpecked Emperor, who wanders on over to the bar and requests a few strange items. Not five minutes later, he settles down in a booth and proudly displays his project where all can see.
(it's a giant cardboard sign done in sparkly purple and gold. In both Aurebesh and English, it reads
...unfortunately, this post doesn't include two invisible men. It includes one slightly henpecked Emperor, who wanders on over to the bar and requests a few strange items. Not five minutes later, he settles down in a booth and proudly displays his project where all can see.
(it's a giant cardboard sign done in sparkly purple and gold. In both Aurebesh and English, it reads
ALL FRIENDS OF ISPLOURRDACARTHA ESTILLO (ALSO KNOWN AS PLOURR ILO)
FEEL LIKE GETTING OUT AND ABOUT?
INTERESTED IN A SHORT VACATION TO ANOTHER WORLD?
LOOKING FOR SOME CONVERSATION?
SEE RIAL PERNON (here an arrow pointing at him) FOR YOUR CHANCE TO VISIT.)
FEEL LIKE GETTING OUT AND ABOUT?
INTERESTED IN A SHORT VACATION TO ANOTHER WORLD?
LOOKING FOR SOME CONVERSATION?
SEE RIAL PERNON (here an arrow pointing at him) FOR YOUR CHANCE TO VISIT.)
So how about it? He may not be two invisible men, and he may still tell really bad jokes, but c'mon. He's doing this for the woman he loves. And not at all to get away from her, nooooo.
[ooc: Open to all, Millitimed to...basically whenever is convenient for you! Basically Rial is recruiting people to come and see his (by now heavily, heavily pregnant) wife. If you're interested, go ahead and tag, but it'd be awesome to also ping sociologychild. Thanks!]
[ooc: Open to all, Millitimed to...basically whenever is convenient for you! Basically Rial is recruiting people to come and see his (by now heavily, heavily pregnant) wife. If you're interested, go ahead and tag, but it'd be awesome to also ping sociologychild. Thanks!]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 04:49 pmryoko-set-free.livejournal.comRyoko's flying owlishly around the bar, and she'll be heading outside soon. Here's hoping that the whatever-it-is doesn't revert her back to normal in the bar. We shall see, won't we?
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Oct. 7th, 2007 05:02 pmshikkari.livejournal.comPWORM.
A stark-naked Asian girl is now lying on the floor below the light fixture where a large moth was fluttering a moment ago.
The girl looks up. Looks around. Looks down at herself.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And she sprints to the Front Door and out of the Bar.
A stark-naked Asian girl is now lying on the floor below the light fixture where a large moth was fluttering a moment ago.
The girl looks up. Looks around. Looks down at herself.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And she sprints to the Front Door and out of the Bar.
Someone was a bad bad legionnare.
Oct. 7th, 2007 05:06 pmcalderon-crow.livejournal.comHence why Tavi is sitting at one of the tables with a rag, attempting to clean his armor completely after the fact. He should have done it ages ago, really. After all, it's not as if he hadn't been in his room doing next to nothing for almost two weeks, but he'd stashed the armor in the closet of his room on his first day in and he hadn't even thought about it till the discussion yesterday when someone had asked about his equipment.
Then he'd opened the closet and winced.
His gladius was, thankfully, clean and oiled. He had, after all, not used it the day he'd come in since his duty had been walking around the healer's tents and talking to the men. But his armor...
Hence he sits working on the stains and hopes by the Great Furies that he'll be able to get things out before Max or Kitai see it.
Then he'd opened the closet and winced.
His gladius was, thankfully, clean and oiled. He had, after all, not used it the day he'd come in since his duty had been walking around the healer's tents and talking to the men. But his armor...
Hence he sits working on the stains and hopes by the Great Furies that he'll be able to get things out before Max or Kitai see it.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 05:37 pmdats-dildoes.livejournal.comOOM: In the wake of some redecoration, Skwisgaar starts a fad.
Warnings for fuG#sing swearing and Princess Tantrums
Warnings for fuG#sing swearing and Princess Tantrums
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Oct. 7th, 2007 05:39 pmwaylostandfound.livejournal.comAnother day as a falcon, and Nathan was recovering from yesterday's ordeal with a morning hunt, and a flight over the lake outside.
Then he faltered in his flight, wings flapping to compensate as he started to feel sick. Ugh... this was like... Oh no, dammit not here! Resulting PROWM, and the falcon was now a man, very high up in the air.
"Oh shit!" But he only fell a short distance before his ability kicked in. Keeping him in the air for the moment.
Giving him the moment to realize that he was naked. Very, very naked. At about 5 000 feet in the air.
"Aw hell!"
Then he faltered in his flight, wings flapping to compensate as he started to feel sick. Ugh... this was like... Oh no, dammit not here! Resulting PROWM, and the falcon was now a man, very high up in the air.
"Oh shit!" But he only fell a short distance before his ability kicked in. Keeping him in the air for the moment.
Giving him the moment to realize that he was naked. Very, very naked. At about 5 000 feet in the air.
"Aw hell!"
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Oct. 7th, 2007 05:40 pmsanguimmuno.livejournal.comThis is highly regular for this establishment, this randomness- the funny feelings, the sudden changes, the awkward skin molting.
Salazar Slytherin, once an animal, now a man.
Now, actually, a naked man. Hr-rm, goes the thought process.
"Accio wand." Beat. "And robes."
Afterthought? Perish the thought!
[ooc: Okay, I have been hit with a massive headache, so I'm going to bed. Tag me and we'll slow-time it!]
Salazar Slytherin, once an animal, now a man.
Now, actually, a naked man. Hr-rm, goes the thought process.
"Accio wand." Beat. "And robes."
Afterthought? Perish the thought!
[ooc: Okay, I have been hit with a massive headache, so I'm going to bed. Tag me and we'll slow-time it!]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 05:45 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells has been busy as hell at home for a while now, working with the dogs. Oh, Spoon does it often enough, but Wells has it very firmly in mind that they're going to be raising Schutzhund champions, not just well-socialized puppies. Law enforcement tends to get their dogs from Schutzhund stock, after all, and big, intelligent, strong dogs make far more sense when they're being raised for the law enforcement community. Never mind that the best of them will be going to Slayers.
For now, he's coming in to his favourite watering hole, brushing off dog hairs and looking to get himself a beer and a breather for the evening.
For now, he's coming in to his favourite watering hole, brushing off dog hairs and looking to get himself a beer and a breather for the evening.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 06:02 pmgorgonfondnessOh no.
Not here.
Anywhere but here, please!
And for a few moments, there was a skittery sort of otter looking for something, anything to cover up with.
Please let her find a blanket in time.
Please!
Plea-
PROWM!
And that pink blanket that, for one brief moment, held an otter just got a whole lot shapelier.
Not a moment too soon for the somewhat frantic Guildmaster.
Unless you're Draco Malfoy or someone who can convince her that a toga party would be a good idea, she likely won't want to talk to you for long before rushing up to her room and getting something more suitable on.
Not here.
Anywhere but here, please!
And for a few moments, there was a skittery sort of otter looking for something, anything to cover up with.
Please let her find a blanket in time.
Please!
Plea-
PROWM!
And that pink blanket that, for one brief moment, held an otter just got a whole lot shapelier.
Not a moment too soon for the somewhat frantic Guildmaster.
Unless you're Draco Malfoy or someone who can convince her that a toga party would be a good idea, she likely won't want to talk to you for long before rushing up to her room and getting something more suitable on.
Bartending.
Oct. 7th, 2007 06:04 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton did try to write Specials, but then he realised that he has no opposable thumbs. This, understandably, lead to difficulties.
Thus, there aren't any Specials on the board. Atton is, however, behind the bar, sitting on a stool and peering at anybody who passes by.
He can totally serve drinks like this. No, really. No, really.
Thus, there aren't any Specials on the board. Atton is, however, behind the bar, sitting on a stool and peering at anybody who passes by.
He can totally serve drinks like this. No, really. No, really.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 06:09 pmthiefprinceremy.livejournal.comRemy's own transformation back was... well, rather uneventful, really, he'd gotten himself a pillow off the couch and went to ask bar for a pair of pants, and that was that.
Just at the moment however he was laying on the floor in front of the fire, attempting to get his stash out from under the couch, he really didn't fit underneath as well now as he had when he was storing things there.
If you're small enough to help, he'll probably share.
Just at the moment however he was laying on the floor in front of the fire, attempting to get his stash out from under the couch, he really didn't fit underneath as well now as he had when he was storing things there.
If you're small enough to help, he'll probably share.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 06:18 pmuquars_gadget [OOM/Pre-Milliways: Today Helen has been at the house of Uquar for five years. First of multiple.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 06:30 pmdingdongdoodily.livejournal.comThere's a pair of cowboy boots propped up on a table, crossed at the ankles.
Attached to them is a rock star.
This rock star is reading. Pickles has a book on the history of paranormal investigation, today, and is very involved, He hasn't even realized that the cigarette in his hand has smoked itself, the ash hanging on to the filter. The whiskey has gone untouched.
Botherable.
Attached to them is a rock star.
This rock star is reading. Pickles has a book on the history of paranormal investigation, today, and is very involved, He hasn't even realized that the cigarette in his hand has smoked itself, the ash hanging on to the filter. The whiskey has gone untouched.
Botherable.
Oh, finally!
Oct. 7th, 2007 06:40 pmamazongeneral.livejournal.comPhilippus has apparently been subjected to a makeover, given that she's wearing stylish-yet-practical city clothing instead of her usual comfortable, workout-ready garb. She also comes in with a distinct sort of swagger to her bearing, face stiff with pride, looking around with a distinctly superior air.
As soon as she sees where she is, all that melts away (uh, except the clothing, the clothing stays,) and she smiles instead. The first thing she does is goes to write a
( note: )
That done, she drops her silver arm-bands wearily on the bartop and smiles gratefully as her golden ones are returned. She doesn't have her armor, but these are familiar; these help a great deal. Finally, a break from blending in for the Council at Wolfram & Hart.
Amazon general in the bar!
((OOC: Mun is back :3))
As soon as she sees where she is, all that melts away (uh, except the clothing, the clothing stays,) and she smiles instead. The first thing she does is goes to write a
( note: ) That done, she drops her silver arm-bands wearily on the bartop and smiles gratefully as her golden ones are returned. She doesn't have her armor, but these are familiar; these help a great deal. Finally, a break from blending in for the Council at Wolfram & Hart.
Amazon general in the bar!
((OOC: Mun is back :3))
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Oct. 7th, 2007 06:47 pmcheevy.livejournal.comOne thing he hasn't managed to get over about having been a mouse is an occasional compulsion to gnaw on things. Having brought this problem up to Bar, she of course managed to offer up the most obvious solution:
Lollypops. The big kind that last most normal people three or four hours.
Being Bar, they're weird-flavored ones, too. This one seems to be some species of bourbon-cream. It is awesome.
So... Poet, at the bar, gnawing idly on a lollypop, performing his hen-pecking typing on a laptop he can't use for anything but writing very... V...E R...Y... slowly.
Lollypops. The big kind that last most normal people three or four hours.
Being Bar, they're weird-flavored ones, too. This one seems to be some species of bourbon-cream. It is awesome.
So... Poet, at the bar, gnawing idly on a lollypop, performing his hen-pecking typing on a laptop he can't use for anything but writing very... V...E R...Y... slowly.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:06 pmwill_scarlettThe critter spell seems to be lifting, but Will's more focused on fletching with the arrow heads, Wells made for him.
He's taken over a booth and has spread out and is working diligently to get them done, slowly long and deadly arrows are emerging.
Belle offering to help is in his thoughts, since from Milliways it would be possible to have the extra men they need, just he feels uncomfortable asking anyone to risk Nottingham.
He's taken over a booth and has spread out and is working diligently to get them done, slowly long and deadly arrows are emerging.
Belle offering to help is in his thoughts, since from Milliways it would be possible to have the extra men they need, just he feels uncomfortable asking anyone to risk Nottingham.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:08 pmrobbie-ross.livejournal.comIt's been quite a while since Robbie has made his way to the bar.
He has an armful of books and papers when he walks in, and blinks a bit. The young college student seems to debate whether or not to turn right back around and go back to the library. With a quiet sigh, the debate is ended and he finds a booth to slip into.
Tea and scones soon arrive.
He begins sorting through his class work, sipping the tea.
He's wondering what the point is of this schooling, because at present, he's learning things he's long known!
He has an armful of books and papers when he walks in, and blinks a bit. The young college student seems to debate whether or not to turn right back around and go back to the library. With a quiet sigh, the debate is ended and he finds a booth to slip into.
Tea and scones soon arrive.
He begins sorting through his class work, sipping the tea.
He's wondering what the point is of this schooling, because at present, he's learning things he's long known!
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:16 pmbloodandnicotine[OOM: Spike and Andrew have a chat.]
Spike stares at the pantry door, picturing a long polished expanse of bar next to the peanut butter and feeling a right prat. Andrew's advice -- "focus on wanting to be there and open the nearest door" -- sounded the bloody weakest woo woo nonsense he'd ever spouted, but if Andrew wasn't having him on, it worked. And lord knows Spike would rather be at Milliways than stuck inside and out of bloody cigarettes in the middle of a sunny afternoon.
Spike opens the door and, for the first time ever, a bunch of old pots fail to fall on his head.
Spike stares at the pantry door, picturing a long polished expanse of bar next to the peanut butter and feeling a right prat. Andrew's advice -- "focus on wanting to be there and open the nearest door" -- sounded the bloody weakest woo woo nonsense he'd ever spouted, but if Andrew wasn't having him on, it worked. And lord knows Spike would rather be at Milliways than stuck inside and out of bloody cigarettes in the middle of a sunny afternoon.
Spike opens the door and, for the first time ever, a bunch of old pots fail to fall on his head.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:17 pmcommand_dot_comSitting at a table trying to enjoy her dinner is a tiny woman, with a large white dog sitting next to her. The dog is begging shamelessly, he can smell that medium rare steak and the fully loaded (with bacon bits) baked potato and occaissionally his head flicks, sending white dreadlocks swaying as he snaps a bit of tossed steak out of the air.
[OOC:You know the rules, tag one or both Feel free to tag the naked guy now under a boothtable!!]
[OOC:You know the rules, tag one or both Feel free to tag the naked guy now under a boothtable!!]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:34 pmturned_captain[OOM: Sometimes betrayal is as simple as leaving a trail of breadcrumbs]
Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:46 pmscurlockIt's thankfully slow in the Bar when the prairie dog, who's been napping comfortably beneath Bar with a bowl full of whiskey and half a pile of munched peanut shells, wakes up with a twitch. Something is different...something is not right...something...is the room getting...bigger?
And is he...
Ohshit
"Fargin' hell!"
Thankfully since this has been happening all day and into the evening Bar provides a towel, which is quickly grabbed and then there's a lanky blonde haired cowboy who scurries much like that prairie dog would have if being chased by a hawk upstairs to his room. Once he's clean (that hot bath felt so good) and he's brushed his teeth (never eating peanuts for a week again) and dressed (nudity in public? not a fan, thanks) he heads back downstairs.
Walking on two feet?
Totally weird, by the way.
He'll blame that (and not his killer hangover) for the way he steadies himself as he comes downstairs tonight. Botherable.
[AIM is being a cheap date and won't put out, but I'm here.]
And is he...
Ohshit
"Fargin' hell!"
Thankfully since this has been happening all day and into the evening Bar provides a towel, which is quickly grabbed and then there's a lanky blonde haired cowboy who scurries much like that prairie dog would have if being chased by a hawk upstairs to his room. Once he's clean (that hot bath felt so good) and he's brushed his teeth (never eating peanuts for a week again) and dressed (nudity in public? not a fan, thanks) he heads back downstairs.
Walking on two feet?
Totally weird, by the way.
He'll blame that (and not his killer hangover) for the way he steadies himself as he comes downstairs tonight. Botherable.
[AIM is being a cheap date and won't put out, but I'm here.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 07:49 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comThere have been a surprising number of naked people dashing through the bar.
After a bit of facepalming, Svava is leaning up against Bar, with a box of bathrobes on the stool next to her.
Tonight, people will get off with a warning. (And a bathrobe.)
After a bit of facepalming, Svava is leaning up against Bar, with a box of bathrobes on the stool next to her.
Tonight, people will get off with a warning. (And a bathrobe.)
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Oct. 7th, 2007 08:01 pmhis-sarah-jane.livejournal.comShe hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch. She hadn't even planned on coming to Milliways in the first place. But she had wandered in here while searching through the closet for an extra blanket, flat renters guide in hand.
Sure enough, she had found that blanket. It's currently being used as a pillow as Sarah hogs the whole couch. Even as the fire in the fireplace flickers, the light doesn't wake her. By now, the magazine has fallen on the floor. Given how restless her sleep has been, it's a wonder she hasn't stumbled off either.
She is, however, rather easy to wake up today. If one did, accidentally or otherwise.
Sure enough, she had found that blanket. It's currently being used as a pillow as Sarah hogs the whole couch. Even as the fire in the fireplace flickers, the light doesn't wake her. By now, the magazine has fallen on the floor. Given how restless her sleep has been, it's a wonder she hasn't stumbled off either.
She is, however, rather easy to wake up today. If one did, accidentally or otherwise.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 08:56 pmkinshou-kitsune.livejournal.comPeople were returning to normal. No more shifted animals around the bar and even her own paper assortment had been cleaned up or adopted. So now..now was the time to see if anyone wanted to assist her.
Or try to.
At her table there are maps and scrolls spread out some written in English and others in Japanese. It's back to work today or so it seems. At the front of the table is a sign written in a flowing hand.
Seeking brave souls for a dangerous quest.
Those interested, ask for Inari
Simple, sweet, and to the point.
Or try to.
At her table there are maps and scrolls spread out some written in English and others in Japanese. It's back to work today or so it seems. At the front of the table is a sign written in a flowing hand.
Seeking brave souls for a dangerous quest.
Those interested, ask for Inari
Simple, sweet, and to the point.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 09:02 pmguppy_sandhuAfterwards, Guppy will be totally unable to describe what impending PROWM felt like, except for comparing it to being a piece of sausage meat about to be repackaged into a sausage.
Nevertheless, he certainly feels it, crawling out from his pile of tissues and making a dash for the bar in search of clothes. Realising he's not going to get there in time, he dives behind the nearest sofa into a bunny sized gap.
Those observing will see the sofa bounce slightly as he changes back in a confined space. And might hear an "OWSHIT!" if they're close enough.
Nevertheless, he certainly feels it, crawling out from his pile of tissues and making a dash for the bar in search of clothes. Realising he's not going to get there in time, he dives behind the nearest sofa into a bunny sized gap.
Those observing will see the sofa bounce slightly as he changes back in a confined space. And might hear an "OWSHIT!" if they're close enough.
Beware the Naked Chick
Oct. 7th, 2007 09:18 pmfeminine-menace.livejournal.comOne moment YT's sitting on the sill of the Observation Window, happily making short work of a carrot with her little ratty teeth, and the next she starts feeling...funny. It's a funny she's felt before. Shortly before she turned into a rat with the aforementioned ratty teeth, in fact.
Realizing that she's going to be in an embarrassing situation in about thirty seconds if she doesn't find something to cover up with, she drops the carrot, makes a leap for the nearest table, and from there to the next to the next, trying to get to the Bar for a blanket or a robe or something before she...
PWORM
"Oh shi-"
THUNKcrack
Now there's a petite, pissed-off, mother-naked blonde girl sitting with her back against a knocked-over table, her knees hastily drawn up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. And let's not forget the four-alarm blush. And the bruise she's going to have on her ass tomorrow.
[OOC: Actually going to bed right after I post this (I have a cold), but I'll be sure to get back to anyone who tags me.]
Realizing that she's going to be in an embarrassing situation in about thirty seconds if she doesn't find something to cover up with, she drops the carrot, makes a leap for the nearest table, and from there to the next to the next, trying to get to the Bar for a blanket or a robe or something before she...
PWORM
"Oh shi-"
THUNKcrack
Now there's a petite, pissed-off, mother-naked blonde girl sitting with her back against a knocked-over table, her knees hastily drawn up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. And let's not forget the four-alarm blush. And the bruise she's going to have on her ass tomorrow.
[OOC: Actually going to bed right after I post this (I have a cold), but I'll be sure to get back to anyone who tags me.]
Carlos hasn't been around much.
Oct. 7th, 2007 09:42 pmmago_sonrienteOh, he's been doing his security duty. He's been watching. But he hasn't been around much.
For the most part, he's been hiding under various veils while still in the main bar room working on something. He's got a terrible mess waiting for him back at the camp, dead and injured and damages aplenty, but he's been waiting for someone specific to show up, someone he really wants to talk to someplace 'secure'.
He hasn't shown up.
Carlos hasn't wasted the time, though. He's been thinking up new defenses, working on some additions and changes to his shield gloves to make them more effective and more useful. Shielding in general has been his subject, which is what's been scratched on the little notebook that sits in front of him next to his beer.
But after all these weeks, here, knowing what's at home... it's time to head back to his world. And he knows it.
Which is why he's taken off the veil and is settled at the bar. Because he's hoping to find a couple of people tonight and ask them to come back with him to help.
For the most part, he's been hiding under various veils while still in the main bar room working on something. He's got a terrible mess waiting for him back at the camp, dead and injured and damages aplenty, but he's been waiting for someone specific to show up, someone he really wants to talk to someplace 'secure'.
He hasn't shown up.
Carlos hasn't wasted the time, though. He's been thinking up new defenses, working on some additions and changes to his shield gloves to make them more effective and more useful. Shielding in general has been his subject, which is what's been scratched on the little notebook that sits in front of him next to his beer.
But after all these weeks, here, knowing what's at home... it's time to head back to his world. And he knows it.
Which is why he's taken off the veil and is settled at the bar. Because he's hoping to find a couple of people tonight and ask them to come back with him to help.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 09:42 pmsed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.comThere was a vampirate in the bar once more, she'd missed all the excitement with the animals, but that was alright, she didn't tend to get on well with anything that wasn't a sea-creature.
She was perched on the windowsill, watching the destruction outside, wearing a long skirt and a longsleeve cowlneck sweater, the skirt was black with yellow to red gradient dipdye at the hem and up the seams, looking like flames, and the neck of the sweater did the same.
Of course, the headscarf, shoes, and reticule matched, because she was just like that. It was winter back home, which while milder than they had been in eons past, was still a harder time, the donors got sick more easily, so she was taking the chance to get herself a meal while she could, sipping occasionally from the mug in her hand.
Go on and talk to her though, she likes people, even when she's gloomy.
She was perched on the windowsill, watching the destruction outside, wearing a long skirt and a longsleeve cowlneck sweater, the skirt was black with yellow to red gradient dipdye at the hem and up the seams, looking like flames, and the neck of the sweater did the same.
Of course, the headscarf, shoes, and reticule matched, because she was just like that. It was winter back home, which while milder than they had been in eons past, was still a harder time, the donors got sick more easily, so she was taking the chance to get herself a meal while she could, sipping occasionally from the mug in her hand.
Go on and talk to her though, she likes people, even when she's gloomy.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 09:53 pmhatchingviper.livejournal.comDeitmar's in the bar, perfectly clothed. (After all, some people had time to get to the lake.)
He has hands again. He has a lot of confused, dim memories centered around having a very simple brain chiefly obsessed with finding warm places.
And now that he's back in his own body, he's rediscovering his high amount of neurological dysfunction. So he's sitting quietly working in a notebook, doing longhand calculations on a piece of paper and occasionally taping the notebook pages back together.
He has hands again. He has a lot of confused, dim memories centered around having a very simple brain chiefly obsessed with finding warm places.
And now that he's back in his own body, he's rediscovering his high amount of neurological dysfunction. So he's sitting quietly working in a notebook, doing longhand calculations on a piece of paper and occasionally taping the notebook pages back together.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 09:55 pmqueenofmayMarian had been a hiding swan. For days.
While this may say many things about herself, her psyche, and her true innate being, what it says mostly at the moment is: I was stuck as a swan. For days.
Leading to the want of hitting things, which is presently contenting itself like an itch under her normal, sweet demeanor and her possessive attachment to her long, flowing dress. The skirts of which she seems to be rearranging every few minutes. It might be because she hasn't had them for days, so equally they feel strange to have on and like a comforting normalcy to touch.
Her shiny security badge and running headache seem to be keeping up with her just as well, so she debating a round of sparring outback and an early night once her security shift ends. There is tea and an assortment of sandwiches on a tray before her at the table, which looks far too big for one person.
Bar must be making some sort of point again, but she isn't sure what it is yet.
Feel free to say hello and snag some dinner, she'd love company.
While this may say many things about herself, her psyche, and her true innate being, what it says mostly at the moment is: I was stuck as a swan. For days.
Leading to the want of hitting things, which is presently contenting itself like an itch under her normal, sweet demeanor and her possessive attachment to her long, flowing dress. The skirts of which she seems to be rearranging every few minutes. It might be because she hasn't had them for days, so equally they feel strange to have on and like a comforting normalcy to touch.
Her shiny security badge and running headache seem to be keeping up with her just as well, so she debating a round of sparring outback and an early night once her security shift ends. There is tea and an assortment of sandwiches on a tray before her at the table, which looks far too big for one person.
Bar must be making some sort of point again, but she isn't sure what it is yet.
Feel free to say hello and snag some dinner, she'd love company.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:01 pmmogget_catA lavish assortment of sushi is displayed on the Bar.
Any brave soul who dares draw near should note the somewhat menacing presence of the not'cat with the pair of chopsticks nearby.
...Only somewhat menacing, for Yrael currently seems unable to choose which he wants to eat first.
Any brave soul who dares draw near should note the somewhat menacing presence of the not'cat with the pair of chopsticks nearby.
...Only somewhat menacing, for Yrael currently seems unable to choose which he wants to eat first.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:07 pmgot-red.livejournal.com[OOM: Back in Crouch End, there is an unexpected reunion.]
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:19 pmnotthatpotterWhen James becomes himself again, he can't honestly say he had been expecting it.
But fortune would have it that he is close enough to the staircase so that when he does become boy-shaped again (and my, my, things are a lot bigger than he remembers!), he can bolt for his room.
It is also a good thing that there are a whole bunch of other animals becoming their original selves again; it serves as a handy distraction away from his own rather embarrassing nakedness as he rushes up the steps to find himself some clothes.
He'd probably be a lot more pleased about turning back into himself, if it wasn't for the embarrassment he feels.
But fortune would have it that he is close enough to the staircase so that when he does become boy-shaped again (and my, my, things are a lot bigger than he remembers!), he can bolt for his room.
It is also a good thing that there are a whole bunch of other animals becoming their original selves again; it serves as a handy distraction away from his own rather embarrassing nakedness as he rushes up the steps to find himself some clothes.
He'd probably be a lot more pleased about turning back into himself, if it wasn't for the embarrassment he feels.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:28 pmtristranthornIt is rather fortunate that Tristran and Yvaine have not been turned into animals - who knows what sort of strange ruckus the two of them might have caused as animals with very little inhibitions.
Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life is gone and done.
There are two glasses of water on their table, and Tristran has an arm draped around the star. The couple have been out of the bar, doing what they do best (which, basically, is nothing productive) and are back tonight for even more nothingness and are very much botherable if you are so inclined to meet their acquaintance.
Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life is gone and done.
There are two glasses of water on their table, and Tristran has an arm draped around the star. The couple have been out of the bar, doing what they do best (which, basically, is nothing productive) and are back tonight for even more nothingness and are very much botherable if you are so inclined to meet their acquaintance.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 10:30 pmawesome_lilly[OOM: Lilly got unwittingly stone angel'd to a very different Scotland than the one behind the bar. It's not as bad as it could be, but she still wants to get home.
Her attempts at sending a message, however, don't go very well. rated SN for Lynne is Super Not Nice.
Her attempts at sending a message, however, don't go very well. rated SN for Lynne is Super Not Nice.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 11:11 pmbartletstrust.livejournal.comP R O W M!
Jed remembered very clearly how it had felt to change, so he doesn't take long to notice it when the sensations reoccur.
He makes it inside. Bar, seeming to understand "moooo" better than the patrons, gets him a robe
Quite the fashion statement! However, it still beats his unwilling induction into the Bovine Conspiracy.
He's just grateful it's over.
Jed remembered very clearly how it had felt to change, so he doesn't take long to notice it when the sensations reoccur.
He makes it inside. Bar, seeming to understand "moooo" better than the patrons, gets him a robe
Quite the fashion statement! However, it still beats his unwilling induction into the Bovine Conspiracy.
He's just grateful it's over.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 11:34 pmandy-wainwright.livejournal.comThe bar has seen fit to provide this particular Andy with an American police uniform as opposed to his old leather jacket and aviators. However, this has not affected his mood particularly much. Having been checking out an empty room when the switch back happened, he was mercifully spared the ordeal of changing in the bar.
At present, Andy is seated at the bar, feeling quite relieved that he is no longer a badger.
Thank goodness it's over.
At present, Andy is seated at the bar, feeling quite relieved that he is no longer a badger.
Thank goodness it's over.
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Oct. 7th, 2007 11:53 pmvisible_sarielthere's a twitter of surprise and dismay coming from somewhere above the heads of most patrons a second before something vibrantly colorful and feathery zooms out of the rafters, heading for the floor near Bar.
At least Sariel had the forethought to get out of the air when she felt the impending return to humanity coming. crash landings are nasty things, regardless of the vehicle they happen in.
She hits solid ground with a clatter of tiny claws on wood, and immediately scurries beneath Bar herself. That scramble for cover isn't a second too soon, either; "Oh, bugger--"
PWROM!
"Ack! God..." There was a bird. Now there is a dark-skinned young woman desperately trying to keep herself covered. "Bar, could you--"
Bar obligingly provides a bathrobe, which Sariel quickly grabs and wraps up in. Her communicator, an undamaged pair of uniform pants and the boots that go with them, and a very battered shirt complete with a single black pip on the collar appear shortly thereafter. None of that gets noticed until their scarlet-faced owner is certain she's decent and stands up, however.
She'll remark on the niceness of whoever returned her clothes later - only the communicator ending up with Bar was her doing. Right now, she's snatching up a certain origami likeness as soon as she spots it and hurrying up the staircase as quickly as possible, muttering in mortified-sounding Creole the whole way.
It's only after she's fished her room key out of a pants pocket and gotten inside that she realizes her robe's patterned with little birds.
That, and the fact that three loose feathers, one blue, one green and one orange, are tucked behind her right ear.
At least Sariel had the forethought to get out of the air when she felt the impending return to humanity coming. crash landings are nasty things, regardless of the vehicle they happen in.
She hits solid ground with a clatter of tiny claws on wood, and immediately scurries beneath Bar herself. That scramble for cover isn't a second too soon, either; "Oh, bugger--"
PWROM!
"Ack! God..." There was a bird. Now there is a dark-skinned young woman desperately trying to keep herself covered. "Bar, could you--"
Bar obligingly provides a bathrobe, which Sariel quickly grabs and wraps up in. Her communicator, an undamaged pair of uniform pants and the boots that go with them, and a very battered shirt complete with a single black pip on the collar appear shortly thereafter. None of that gets noticed until their scarlet-faced owner is certain she's decent and stands up, however.
She'll remark on the niceness of whoever returned her clothes later - only the communicator ending up with Bar was her doing. Right now, she's snatching up a certain origami likeness as soon as she spots it and hurrying up the staircase as quickly as possible, muttering in mortified-sounding Creole the whole way.
It's only after she's fished her room key out of a pants pocket and gotten inside that she realizes her robe's patterned with little birds.
That, and the fact that three loose feathers, one blue, one green and one orange, are tucked behind her right ear.
